Behind him about forty feet away should have been complete darkness. The flashlight had gone out or rolled under something. However Hendry didn’t need the light, for there, bathed in an eerie green aura that surrounded it, was the Cryptid. On the ground now, its immense leathery wings, easily thirty five feet from one tip to the other, splayed out, jerking spasmodically. A long jagged beak, easily eight feet long, ending in a wickedly sharp point, pecked at the immobile shape of what must have been one of the men it had settled upon. He’d been correct about the bio-luminescence, despite COBRA’s scorn. Something in the reptile’s diet or perhaps static electricity generated by the movement of the huge wings was causing it to glow.
Some deeply cultivated process, perhaps the result of years being taught to analyse everything, still continued in a portion of his normally orderly mind. There could be no proof without proper analysis. This had been ingrained into him from the very first day of his studies. In normal circumstances this luminescence was a phenomenon he would be very interested in since it usually occurred in marine invertebrates and very few land based creatures. Except the disjointed thoughts and terrors he was experiencing at that moment could never be classed as normal. His limbs quivered with terror as he crouched, watching the creature, fighting the urge to curl up into a ball and hide.
A great domed head, grey now within the aura of its own generated light, bobbed backwards and forwards as the long jagged bill tore and rent the man. Its body was easily ten feet long from head to wickedly clawed feet, all skin and what might have been a light feathery down. And now that the creature was looking down as it continued its grisly feeding, Hendry could see that the immense wings in their long vein-filled immensity were almost transparent.
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